King Arthur’s Wassail

The hall is lit, the fire is bright,
The wassail-bowl is brimming high,
Our King sits here in kingly might,
And greets us all with a joyful eye.

About Robert Stephen Hawker

English poet, vicar of Morwenstow.

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